MISCHIEVOUS: a new adult romance
“Mick, please...”
“Call me by my real name,” he says, whispering darkly before nipping me. I squeak with surprise and my face burns with passion and a feeling of real danger. This is insane, the way he’s making me react. I don’t even know who I
am right now.
“Mikhail,” I whisper. I can’t get the word out louder than that. God, why is his name so sexy? That’s so stupid! It’s just a name!
“What do you want me to do? Tell me.”